Waves surged on the great river.
An angler sat cross-legged on the bank.
He was as still as a mud-molded or wood-carved statue, without the slightest movement.
This empty-creel master was Wang Ming.
It was already his fifth year since arriving in this realm.
After playing a game of wits with the air in the very beginning, Wang Ming also set his mind at ease and stopped hiding inside the Shennong Cauldron.
As for how to deal with the turbulent tides of this era, after much thought, he decided to just let things rot!
Helping Di Xin resist Xiqi was simply too difficult.
The Shang Dynasty's opponents were the Chan Sect, Humanity Teaching, Western Teaching, Wa Palace...
How could he help?
Was that like an egg striking a stone?
Besides,
it was entirely thankless work.
What relation did Di Xin and Wang Ming share?
What grudge existed between Xiqi and Wang Ming?
Standing on Di Xin's side—unless Di Xin abdicated his Human King throne to Wang Ming—would he dare emerge and jump around in front of the numerous great powers of heaven and earth?
Without Human Sovereign Qi Luck and imperial dynasty qi luck to protect his body, provoking behemoths like the Chan Sect and Humanity Teaching was quite simply brain-damaged.
Would Di Xin cede it to Wang Ming?
The answer was undoubtedly negative. Unless, much like the Lotus Lantern World, the Shang Dynasty was truly beyond redemption and desperate enough to shatter the broken jar, that might be a possibility.
Yet by then, the situation would be beyond saving. Was he going to walk right into a death trap?
Therefore, Wang Ming refused to board that sinking ship of Yin Shang.
There was nothing worth boarding about Xiqi's vessel either. What was the point of going there?
To let